Odd as it may seem, my obstinate insistence on questioning everything has brought me here.

This space stands as a counter-current to the dominant narrative—an undertow beneath the roaring tides of certainty. 
It offers no definitive answers, builds no grand systems. Rather, it is a fragmented chronicle, driven by curiosity alone.

Each clumsy question, every imperfect inquiry, becomes a vertebra—slightly misaligned, bearing the weight of doubt, 
yet essential. One by one, they form the flexible spine of this endeavor.

A spine that bends toward further questions.